Tru Wealth — Hyyah lyrics

Chorus
That dope kick like, HYYAH
Got that shit from Jose
Send you back to Allah
You know that we don't play

It's automatic
For Yall it's tragic
IBrought a pack n
Was quarter backing
I got a sack In
And started rapping
And all a sudden
These hoes is vacuums
Cmon they lackin
U should be Baskin's
U gotta get some
With all that askin
IG flexin
Silly bastard
Hungrier than
Children Africa

Bridge 1
I heard these niggas hating
Tell me eat my shorts
All my nights get greasy
Like the shits a sport
That dope kickin like karate
My closets a safari
We turning up the party
And we bringing a whole army

That dope kick like, HYYAH
Got that shit from Jose
Send you back to Allah
You know that we don't play


I'm sorry for em
I gotta ignore em
Cuz yall shit boring
It had me snoring
And while I'm touring
And all YALL waring
My whole team scoring
And album soaring
My bitch is vicious
And she likes bitches
And she go gets em
And she looks innocent
But she's a vixen
And I'm a witness
Can't post no pictures
Cuz that be snitching

Bridge 2
I heard these niggas hating
Tell me eat my shorts
All my nights get greasy
Like the shits a sport
That dope kickin like karate
My closets a safari
We turning up the party
And we bringing a whole army

Chorus
That dope kick like, HYYAH
Got that shit from Jose
Send you back to Allah
You know that we don't play
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